Post by ariella pennant on Apr 4, 2009 17:14:25 GMT -7
`ariellaCONSTANCEpennant*
she gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. sara
OTHER CHARACTERS. none yet
RP EXPERIENCE.three years
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME.
NICKNAME(S). ari, ella, pennant, whore .
AGE. seventeen.
GENDER. female.
ORIENTATION. straight.
PLAY BY. audrey kitching.
MEMBER GROUP. senior.
APPEARANCE.
Ariella is a girl that enjoys changing her appearance often. She is absolutely obsessed with her hair and dyes and styles it constantly though she is known to stick with her bright pink hair the most. She has to look her best at all times; how is is she to always get a good lay?
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY.
`` Bitchy .
More than likely, Ariella doesn't like you. In fact, it is so rare for her to actually enjoy a person for anything more than sex that if she hasn't told you her opinion of you directly, you can just assume she would be rather happy if you didn't exist. She isn't the kind of girl that will go around screaming in your face though, if she doesn't like you she won't speak to you or even in your presence. In her opinion, you don't deserve any form of her company, not even in her shitest of moods. Occasionally she may hate a person to a degree that she cannot help but to open her mouth and scream at them until they wish she didn't have vocal cords but it rarely ever gets to this point as she would then have to care.
`` Stubborn .
If Ariella wants something, you better be damn sure she'll get it. If she wants your boyfriend, she'll get him. She doesn't care what lengths she has to go through as long as in the end she gets whatever it is that she wants unless it involves someone she cares about getting hurt in the process. You can be sure though, if someone tries to claim something or someone of hers, she won't allow it. Once she cares enough about something/someone to claim them, it's history. They are hers for life because as cruel as the girl is capable of being, she is somehow rather lovable once you get past all of the shit she pulls.
`` Partier .
If there's one thing that can bring out the fun side of Ariella, it's a good party. If she's not at school, you can be sure she's found somewhere a party is going on and is off whoring herself around and drinking. Amusingly, she is a rather nice drunk which probably lead her to the few good friends she has. There have been a lot of times where she'll go to school and someone from the party she'd been at the night before will come up and start talking to her as if they could be friends, most times it just makes the girl laugh. As if they are worthy of her, right? Anyway, she is often drinking her ass off and is easily talked into sleeping with any boy in this state, it doesn't take much to get her drunk no matter how long she's been drinking. This doesn't mean she doesn't have sex with random boys while sober, oh no Ariella is an all time whore.
`` Loyal .
Like said before, once Ariella loves you she'll be there forever. After all, you must be pretty wicked to get this girl to even pay any attention to you. She's very protective of her friends and would do just about anything for them without a moment's thought but this doesn't mean that she isn't a difficult friend to have as they often have to deal with her constant criticism of other people that they may or may not be friends with. She tries to hold her tongue but it is a practically impossible task, especially if the person had done her friend wrong before. She's one of those people that never lets old things go and holds a load of grudges, not just against people who have done her wrong but against people who have done her friends wrong.
`` Daring .
If Ariella were to ever find a person as daring as herself and played truth or dare with them, the game would likely go on for years as not only is she stubborn as hell but she's also willing to do or try just about anything no matter how dangerous or stupid it might be, just to prove she can. She's one that will try anything once and if prompted, will do so again no matter how much she hated it. She can't be proven wrong and she can't deny a dare, which is rather dangerous in itself.
`` Smart .
Ever since she was a little girl, she's been particularly smart always having top marks and learning everything only having to be taught it once. There's never been a time where she wasn't on top of everything academically as she's actually interested in what she is doing. She reads more than is probably healthy and this tends to shock a lot of people as she's such a partier. All her genius isn't only in academics though, she understands life is a bitch and has for a long time now.
LIKES. } sex, parties, boys, reading, her friends, neon colored stuff, broccoli, dogs, myspace, music, modeling, her best friend.
DISLIKES. } arrogance that isn't her own, love, when people mess with her friends, bad hair days, chocolate, the color brown, donkeys, the word 'like' when used consistently, criticism, being told no, tornadoes, duct tape .
FEARS. } losing her best friend, one of the few people she cares about hating her, admitting she's in love, dying .
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY.
lucas lydon // dad // high school english teacher
isabelle pennant // mom // florist
lucille and arnold pennant, grandparents ariella lives with.
FRIENDS. the best friend she's in love with. (no name, eventually will ask someone to play him for me) =]
HISTORY.
One night stands seem to be far easier for teenage boys to deal with, or not to deal with really. Isabelle Pennant had always been a good girl abiding by all the rules, attending church three times a week without question, and never giving anyone a spec of trouble. No one would have ever expected that she'd end up in a dark lonely bedroom with Lucas Lydon at such a scandalous high school party. Hell, no one would expect her to be a party at all. But she was feeling rather rebellious that night and with a little alcohol in her system she soon found out that there was nothing she wouldn't do, especially Lucas Lydon, the boy she had a gigantic crush on since their days in elementary school.
On the other hand, Lucas Lydon was a completely different story. He was a popular boy of seventeen that could be seen at any party that actually meant a damn. He'd shagged just about any and every girl he'd ever sought his eye on getting as no one seemed able to resist his stellar charm. So when he saw innocent little Isabelle he couldn't help but to start his way over to her with his trademark smirk in place. He had known she would be an easy case as everyone was well aware of her massive crush on him, all he had to do was hand her a drink of two and let his mouth do the talking. It was just like every other time a girl had spread her legs for him, or at least it had seemed to be.
Much to Isabelle's dismay, Lucas gave the girl no more attention after she had given herself to him than he had before they had even spoken. But as much as that stung, something else was bothering her far more. She was pregnant and it didn't take rocket science to figure out who the daddy was. So, despite his ignoring her she went up to him one morning pulled him aside and told him exactly what was happening to her, to them. Not surprisingly, he simply stared at her for a moment, shrugged and told her that it wasn't his problem and walked away and back to what he was doing before.
Isabelle never saw him again, as her parents had transferred her to another school where she could start over as soon as the baby was born. She had debated having an abortion or giving it up for adoption but both her parents insisted she keep it, if she hadn't wanted a baby she shouldn't have put herself in such a situation. Throughout her pregnancy she began changing rapidly, instead of being the sweet quite girl she once was, she was a cold and bitter sixteen year old with a fatherless baby that she didn't want on the way.
On January Eighth the day finally came when Ariella Constance Pennant was brought into the world of an unloving mother and caring grandparents. Isabelle was unhappy from the start with both having to go to school and take care of her baby. She truly didn't care about either of them, never having gone through the stage of bonding with her daughter and having lost her love for school the moment she found out Lucas wanted nothing to due with their child and that she'd have to do it all on her own.
As the years went on Isabelle and Ariella moved out of her parents house and into their own home, Isabelle graduated and became a florist still extremely dissatisfied with her life and her child, never failing to let little Ariella know that all of the problems were because of her and that life would be rather perfect if she hadn't existed. She never did gain an ounce of love for her daughter and had no qualms with hitting her whenever she found the tiniest excuse to do so.
Ariella had a very unhappy childhood, the only person keeping her sane was her best friend. The two of them met in the second grade when some older kid pushed Ari for accidentally bumping into him and her best friend came to her rescue and beat him up, he was always saving her. They had been the best of friends ever since and it's a very rare moment when you will see one without the other. He was the only person she ever trusted personally to tell about the stuff her mom did to her, and being a good friend he told her grandparents. Ariella had been upset with him for quite some time over this, afraid that it would only make things worse but, in the end it helped things as her grandparents gained custody of her and she moved into their home.
The two had made up way before High School when Ariella had started getting into the party scene to escape all of her troubles. She had always been a bitter and cruel girl generally, but never slutty until her freshmen year when she got into a bad 'crowd'. Her best friend didn't fail to let her in on his disappointment, but he could never abandon her either as it was obvious to everyone except Ariella that he is head over heels in love with her. She's had romantic feelings for him for ages now as well but would never dream of admitting them to anyone, including herself as she far as she's and everyone else is concerned she doesn't believe in falling in love.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST.
` you’re clouding up my mind ,
”Awe, Ian sweetie, slides aren’t scary!”
Suppressing a giggle Alice raced over to her one year old son Ian and picked him up, smiling brightly at him. ”Do you want mummy to go with you? I promise I’ll protect you if the slide is mean.” The little boy nodded feverishly causing the young mum to jump into action and accompany the toddler down the devilish slide that lasted for all of two seconds. Ian was now clapping and laughing, obviously fearing slides was now a thing of the past, ”Go!” He shooed, his little hand pointing in the direction of the bench she had been seated at before. ”Quick to get rid of me now, are you?” She asked, a teasing pout on her lips before Ian leaped out of her arms and on his way to tackle a different and larger slide. She beamed at the site of him, honestly how much cuter could one get? She took the little boy’s advice and was back at the bench viewing him from a safe distance. There were a couple of his playmates from daycare there with their parents and apparently Ian was trying to look more grown up as he was younger than most of the other toddlers. She found herself laughing again at the thought, she always seemed to be laughing.
”Your little brother is adorable!”
The statement rung annoyingly through her ears, how many times would she have to hear that? Hadn’t anyone heard what happens when you simply assume things? She constantly tried her hardest to look anything but annoyed whilst correcting them, it wasn’t their fault, it was just really annoying. Wasn’t it just as easy to say that he was adorable with any relationship attached? Alice bit her tongue, she shouldn’t be thinking such rude things! She gave her all at simply ignoring the gossipy mothers around her, it was a habit of the mum’s of most of Ian’s playmates to talk badly about her when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. The only thing keeping her from saying anything was Ian himself, she would never take any of his friends away from him; it didn’t matter if he’d remember it or not. She was the kind of girl that never stopped feeling guilty about moments where she made the wrong decision, she hated hurting any person and Ian was her own flesh, how could she live with doing that to him? Sure, she was probably over thinking everything but that was in her nature, she had been over thinking ever since she could remember. Caleb was the only one who had ever broken her out of that and though she had gotten the person that meant the most to her through the deal; she would never be that person again.
Running a hand through her blonde hair, Alice tried to focus on other things as her blue eyes remained on the one year old that was currently running amuck. She smiled slightly as she noted that one of the other younger mothers that she had grown quite close to was there as well, at least she had someone on her side. Knowing that Ian was fine and surrounding by a lot of women she knew, she allowed herself to grab her bag that was situated by her shoes and get out her homework that was due over the weekend. Surprisingly, she hadn’t had the chance to work on it before now and it had honestly been driving her a bit mad. She couldn’t stand not having things done way before necessary just so that she wouldn’t have to worry about something coming up and her not being able to finish it. She was OCD about school, she had to get a good occupation when she got out of there to support both herself and Ian and to do that she had to get top notch grades. She took out her Calculus book and began to work on the assigned pages, constantly looking up to check on her little boy. She secretly hoped that someone would show up that might be able to make her feel less awkward but she doubted any of her friends would spend their Saturday afternoon at the playground.
( tag ) open <3
( word count ) seven hundred eight
( muse ) good :]
( listening to ) nothing :/
( other ) lalala
